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The Iron Cage


The Iron Cage 

An endless, restless trail of death

is paved by iron cages, bloodshed, progress.

We push into a vision, 

Blind to the oppression

As the iron cages roll forward, 

In step with needless destruction.

But we are saddled by the iron cages, 

Even though we think they serve our needs

It is us, who are chained to these 

Raging and crushing iron steeds 

 
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